The Beautiful Storm

Close your eyes and listen for a moment, can you hear the fierce call of the wind as it whips across the jagged peaks? There is something hidden within the shrillness of its cold wail. It cannot be seen by the eagle, nor can it be heard by the fox, but its effects can be felt by the wise. Scientists cannot measure it, tax men cannot count it, poets cannot describe it; yet it is present within everything that they do. Mountains cannot stay high because of it, deserts do not stay barren because of it, and it is why no dynasty can last forever. It makes a habit of taking from those who have much, and giving to those who have little, filling canyons, toppling mountains and grinding the stones into dust. Completely formless and hidden, it drifts upon the breath of the wind, driving evolution and transforming generations as it renews the world. One must become keenly aware of the things that cannot be seen with the eyes, if one would understand this mysterious power.

A great storm approaches from the distant edges of creation. The frozen wind issues forth from the darkness beyond the void, stirring the silence of this sacred place, upon its heels follows an army of clouds. The crystal mirror is shattered upon the rocks and the trees sway wildly in the path of the irresistible power. As the clouds steadily advance over the western mountains, the hidden force of the wind drives them on. The herald of the approaching storm trumpets the great arrival upon massive horns of passion and fury. Its cold breath sweeps over the mountains and prepares the way for its violent master, and all things are thrown into chaos at his approach. Like swarming locusts, the gnashing teeth of the storm tear into the trees and claw upon the rocks as they make war upon land and sea, nothing is spared. The once calm waters now crash upon the shore in destructive angst, taking their vengeance out upon the sand.

The storm approaches without any regard to the actions of man; neither sage nor demon can stop it. It operates along its own agenda for its own mysterious purpose and no one can divert it. Sometimes the storm brings ice, other times it carries fire; the forms it takes are many. Wars, famines, economic depressions and even celestial collisions are all masks worn by the storms that intrude upon our world. Some will rage longer than others, but none can last forever, and the powerful winds that turn the world to madness will not perpetually blow. The scars left in the storm's wake will often be seen for generations afterwards, a constant reminder of the awesome power of creation. In the days after the storm, many crooked charlatans will seek to make an unfair profit off those injured by the tempest and the process is defiled by their misdeeds. A storm is a perilous time for the seeker of truth, for in the commotion, the minds of the weak are quickly turned towards insanity. In their panic they inevitably trample one another in a stampede of rats fleeing a sinking ship.

Therefore the wise traveler will take care to find refuge before the coming of the storm and escape the panic of the masses. An approaching storm can be felt by those able to achieve stillness in their hearts and minds. Its myriad signs are to be found in the air before the arrival of the gusting winds; and he is able to hide himself within the fastness of the Earth and ride out the assault of the wind in safety. While chaos reigns in the world above, he maintains peace and order within himself and thus remains unharmed until the sky is once again clear and the way safe.

But this is not always possible, and there are times when a storm will come upon a traveler when he is far from home; approaching so fast that he will not have the time to seek adequate shelter. The traveler may find himself caught in rough waters aboard an inadequate vessel. The unfortunate traveler is forced to weather it as best as he may, his small boat tossed about in the high waves, he must steady his course. Barely discernible amid the angry waters, he struggles to fight the powerful torrents that surround him on every side, but he does not waste his spirit by lamenting his fate. For despite the desperateness of his situation, he is enamored with the power that besets him and remains unafraid in the face of annihilation. He marvels at the brute strength of the waves and the harsh music of the wind, but he knows he is in danger. If he waits too long to find a safe port, his vessel will inevitably capsize and he will perish amid the tumults.

As the flow of the wind finally dissipates, a strange calmness will come upon the land in the midst of the storm. It will be possible for one whose curiosity burns brightly to venture out into the world for a time and experience the magic of the falling snow. Cautiously at first, he raises his head; the wonderland that greets his eyes is indeed stunning. The majesty of the storm's vanguard has given way to the endless flakes of snow that gently float down from heaven. A strange energy now fills this place and all sounds are muffled, not everyone is quite as adventurous, and the brave traveler has the world to himself for a time. By staying the chatter of his mind, he enjoys all of the mysteries that surround him, but remains ever vigilant of any change in the wind and does not stray too far from the warmth of his sanctuary.

The inevitable return of the wind eventually drives the adventurer back underground and it is not a time for exploring. The snow begins to fall horizontally, blinding those who remain above ground; they bitterly condemn the renewal of the wind as they struggle against the current of the storm. The cold begins to wear down the resolve of the traveler and the warm layers of accumulated knowledge are forgotten. Disoriented in the icy corridors of the labyrinth, many will be tempted to surrender to hopelessness and curl up into the frozen embrace of the snow; laying aside the burden of their journey. But this is the coward's way out, and one who is unwilling to give up his task, must reach deep down within himself and rekindle the secret fires that fuel his spirit; and press on through the blizzard. This inner flame will not only warm his body, it will be a shining light which will guide him through the turmoil of the times. The imperishable flame will have been made strong within him by his many years walking upon the inner path. It will serve him well in these times of churning snow and it is one of the most potent weapons in his arsenal. He must use everything at his disposal to survive the onslaught, and he will not waver until he sees the blooming of the first flowers of spring beneath his feet.

These are strange times we live in, the storm is approaching as we speak and it is very difficult to separate reality from illusion. Even those things that seem to be true, in the end are only reflections of the truth and it is hard to tell which way is up and which way is down. Trapped in a house of mirrors, many travelers will become enamored with the reality of the reflection and dive headlong into the illusion, only to find themselves drowning in falsehoods spewed forth from the abyss. It is in these times when the wise traveler will remain centered within himself and not become trapped in the illusion. He is able to notice the subtleties hidden within the reflection and cannot be fooled by their allure. And although he may appreciate their beauty, he looks past the flowery speech and empty promises offered by the false gods, and instead sees the purposes behind their hidden actions in full light of day. He is able to reject their cruel hoaxes and discover the truth of the matter in any situation. He sees the illusions for what they are, falsehoods concocted to deceive the unwary and draw them into oblivion. But the curtain will be lifted, and the false gods will be exposed as frauds and cast out. Nothing can last forever and the endless cycles of time will bring forth many unforeseen changes.

Creation utilizes the power of storms to bring about these changes and to shape the world for the children that are to come. One who has sensed the approaching storm and survived its fury, knows full well both the dangers and the opportunities concealed within the winds. He no longer fears the storm because he knows what weapons it will bring and what will come after its passing; he has taken the worst it has to offer and grown stronger and wiser through the ordeal. All the howling of the wind, the frozen rains, the driving snow, the economic crashes, the endless wars, the lonely road, even his own death; they are all nothing to him now. He has seen what the darkness brings, and he laughs at it within himself. It is quite comical to him. Laughing at the world is a medicine that cures many ails and brings both joy and wisdom to the spirit. There are so many who take the world too seriously these days, they spend their finite lives weeping at the injustices of the world without first seeking out its great beauty. They become sick and insane because they are so full of worry, and they unwittingly contribute to the misery and chaos of the world with their fears. Laughing cures this affliction and a good deal of pettiness is dropped when the world is not taken so seriously. The wise traveler knows that after every dark storm, the world renews itself in brilliance and his spirit will once again soar upon the gentle breezes and look down on the wonder that is creation.

The key to discovering the secret of the storm, is the understanding of collapse. Everything in the world will collapse when its time is done, it is the unbreakable law of creation. The pillars will break, the foundations will crumble and the roof will shatter into dust; but flowers will soon rise from the rubble. The law of collapse uses the violence of the storm as its agent of renewal. As the storm decimates the weak, foolhardy and unbending of the old order, it paves the way for the arrival of the flexible new generation. One day, a massive storm will cut the very legs from the Control System that currently keeps us locked into a closed mind frame and narrow vibrational frequency, enslaving us to its will. When the Control System crashes into ruin, it will be so utterly broken and defeated that even its memory will be obliterated from the pages of history. The storm that will accomplish this will be unlike any other in living memory; its winds will be deafening, its fires unquenchable and its force irresistible. But it will serve to bring about a brighter day than any we have ever known, therefore it should not be feared; only respected.

This perpetual cycle is the way of nature, it is driven by the hidden power within all things, and we are part of it. Like the undulating ocean, the rising and falling of creation is endless in its melodies. Another storm always lurks just beyond the distant horizon, biding its time until it is called forth; its power a threat to our fragile bodies. But those things that bring harm to the body should not be feared, they are but trifles and should not be troubled over, easily overcome by one who has come to understand the purpose of the storm. By stilling his heart and emulating the water, he rises and falls with the waves, and he is never injured, no matter how many times his body is dashed against the rocks. We are not these frail bodies of sinew and bone, our spirits are as water; fluid, formless and powerful.

It is time we understood our true nature and stopped behaving as though we were victims. The Control System strives to keep us weak and afraid, and it does everything in its power to delay the day of its inevitable demise. Do not be troubled by the New World Order and its sinister illuminist minions. They may well have complex conspiracies and classified agendas, but creation has its own plans and cares nothing for the schemes of foolish men who seek only the domination of others; while they remain uncontrolled within themselves. Dark suits such as these will have no place in the world of tomorrow nor any share of its riches.

This time is fast approaching and you must understand the power within the wind and know both its purposes and its ends if you wish to survive the coming storm. No matter how dark the times may seem or how hopeless the situation, it is essential to focus not on the dark clouds that crowd the horizon; but rather appreciate the beauty that sits before you. For if the world has lost its beauty, what is the point of saving it? And although it may be impossible to prevent calamity from striking, you can control yourself and remain unconcerned about it when it arrives. Remember that hidden within the ominous clouds of the storm, the driving winds of creation carry the seeds of a new tomorrow and the promise of renewed vigor for all things that can weather its fury.



The Storm approaches, just listen to the wind...

The Road to Infinity

When we are born into this world, there are many paths that we may choose to tread throughout the course of our lives as we march along the Road to Infinity. Like a transcendental river, the great road of creation will carry us through many wondrous lands as we are irresistibly swept into eternity. The smaller paths we travel each day are naught but its tributaries, they meander across the face of time, twisting and turning; eventually sweeping us all into the ocean of oneness. People are inclined to choose one path or another and continue upon its course seeking that which gives them the greatest satisfaction. Some seek fame and fortune, others seek comfort and shelter, and fewer still seek knowledge, a seeker of truth walks alone.

Those who seek fame and fortune go upon their way in haste, jumping from goal to deadline, they near the end of the journey much quicker than they had intended. Never realizing that the journey is life and life is the journey. Those who seek shelter and comfort tarry upon the way, enjoying rest and relaxation wherever they may find it. But this can leave one lazy and undisciplined, unfit for the challenges ahead. Those seeking knowledge make the most of the journey, by examining the road they learn the lay of the land, by examining the stars they are able to know the seasons. Many things they accomplish before they are inevitably drawn forward, never to return to the days of their youth. The seeker of truth walks another road, one within himself. He has explored the darkness between the stars, and so controls the seasons. He has returned to the source of all things thus all times are one to him. His spirit glides upon the wind and his heart flows within all rivers.

Many and diverse are the paths tread by the seeker of truth, and by no means is the way fixed and solid, rather it bends and turns with the fortunes of heaven and the timing of the earth. It is a matter of choice whether or not one enjoys the path beneath one's feet. For some the journey is a never ending burden as they languish upon the smallest obstacle set before them; for others it is a never ending joy and they find peace and beauty in the smallest of things. At times the path one walks in search of truth and understanding is wide and easy to follow, as the way surges through his being, it carries him through the meadows of his youth and into the sunlit aspens of his noontide where he may bask in the glory of the summer sun.

But progress will not always be this easy, and the path will be narrow at times. Like a cunning serpent it slithers through the long grasses of confusion on its way through the marshes of the forgotten. Although it appears easy to follow, care must now be taken to ensure that one does not become entangled in the underbrush or wander too far from his path and become lost. One who loses his way in this manner may spend years wandering in the marshlands before he is once again able to take up the long road of truth.

Often are the times that one will begin upon a path only to discover that what was once taken as an oasis shining on the horizon is in truth only a mirage, a city in the sand. Bitter may be the disappointment of one who discovers this error. But the seeker of truth will not overly lament his mistake of traveling upon these forsaken paths. For how else can he learn the difference between a good path and a bad one; if he has never taken the chance? Realizing that there are lessons to be learned, the seeker of truth takes the knowledge acquired on these diversions and puts it to good use. By understanding how all things can be both beneficial in some way and harmful in some way, he knows which part of the fruit should be eaten and which part discarded. By examining the root he can know the flower, and it is not long before he can separate the true way from the false.

There are other times when the seeker of truth will be forced to travel a path that seems cold and desolate, its track barely discernable amid the blowing snow. As the cold bite of the wind steals the warmth of his soul, he must remain strong in his quest, for it is easy to become snow-blind amidst the sea of white. It is when traversing these frozen paths when it is most important to faithfully carry on, gaze squarely focused on the warmth of the house that lies beyond the snow on the very edge of sight. He must not despair, for no winter storm can last forever, and the warmth and comforts of home will be the happy reward received from those who greet him on the doorstep of understanding.

Many surprises await the traveler upon the paths of truth and many fellow travelers will cross his path. Who the traveler meets upon the sacred path is a matter of the Fates, and who among those that walk upon two legs can understand their fickle ways? Some will indeed offend the seeker of truth, and from these acquaintances lessons should be learned, but care must be taken that he remain true within himself, and not become corrupted by their uncouth ways. A wise traveler will take counsel with those who wander paths similar to his own, and he will share the road for a time with these fellow souls, in sunshine and in shadows. He may share the goodness of himself and partake of the gifts of his companions, and when they part, it will be with the full understanding that they will meet again on the day when all paths become one.

As he continues on the road to self understanding he will eventually come to the sparse trees that mark the outer edge of the woods of his inner forest. The way is rocky and the trees are rugged, but for those who are able continue upon the journey with a light heart, a clear way to truth will always be found and the trees will yield their secrets. The eternal light of understanding will guide him along the winding trail and past all obstacles. In time he will come to understand the mystery of the trees and the purposes of the rocks and he will see the circle of death and rebirth in everything encountered upon the journey.

There are times when the road will lead into shadow and the traveler will be forced to enter the realm of darkness and travel beneath the edge of reason. And as the walls of the Control System close in on his being, he must always focus on the light at the end of the tunnel and not succumb to fear of the dark. For darkness in and of itself is not evil, but in the absence of light there are many who will be turned aside from the true path and follow the phantoms of the night into madness. These phantoms will seek to kill spiritual gnosis and lead only to desolation. Stern rules and rigid laws will beset the traveler at every turn and attempt to stay his progress. It will be tempting to tarry here when in truth it is a time when he should hurry, and the weak of mind will lose their essential nature upon the path and go no further. Run swiftly past these cruel restrictions, for our true nature is broad and formless, not rigid and narrow.

For the wise traveler who is able to escape the labyrinthine corridors of the Control System's many faces, a rocky road lies ahead. Having beaten back the phantoms of the night, the traveler must climb the stone paths of the mountains of solitude. Upon these arduous paths a seeker of truth will come to know the meaning of the word patience. As he picks his way upon the narrow steps of the mountain, he comes to understand the true beauty of his road. And even though his steps are heavy, he has never felt more rested or alive.

One day, if he has continued steadfastly upon his path, the seeker of truth will at long last come to a single stairway leading to the pinnacle of understanding. Its steps are so broken and ancient that they are hardly discernable amidst the rubble. This is the final obstacle and he is nearing the end of his journey. As he looks up at the stairs before him, the seeker of truth must be united within himself, having walked upon all paths, he knows the way of wise men and fools alike. The many miles behind him seem to be both an eternity and a mere instant; for despite its many struggles the journey has passed altogether too quickly for him. And some may wish to rest at the foot of the final staircase, dreading the end of their quest. This is the greatest danger.

Upon closer inspection he realizes that what he first took as broken stones and stumps, are indeed the shrunken shells of other travelers. Those who tarry overlong at the steps of tomorrow will lose heart before the end of their road. The journey is all that they have ever known and in their foolishness they seek to delay its end, falsely believing it to be the end of all learning. These unfortunate travelers become shriveled and bent as the rocks and gnarled trees that litter the mountainside and their spirits become frail wraiths that haunt the night in regret.

If the traveler loses himself in the winds and remains unafraid, forcing life into his trembling legs, he does not tarry long at the foot of the staircase, but will finish his journey as he began it. He will begin to climb the stairs in joy and expectation, in fear and respect. He is fighting his last battle on Earth and as he releases his spirit into the void he becomes one with the infinite. He stands upon the peak of truth and sees all of creation within his grasp. As he looks down from the eschaton he can see the winding road he has just traversed laid out before him like a river shining in the sun. All things are at his fingertips and he can harness the power of infinity to accomplish anything. From the understanding he has gained upon his long road, he knows both how and when to use this power, and he will not involve himself in useless endeavors nor answer the prayers of fools.




The Road to Infinity begins beneath our feet. Travel well.